First of all, congratulations to the "Director of the Seedling Writers Administration" chopsticks children's shoes:

Chopsticks, chopsticks, melancholy chopsticks! Congratulations on signing a contract! Good luck with "Game of Hypocrites"!

I also decisively gave up the 260,000-word book that you worked hard for before, and got a new one, and the game text that I can't understand is even better than this mushroom, pick an old dripping thumb brother:

Jinnyima has courage! Jinnyima is ruthless! Really Nima envy you and meet a BJ who "pitures" your talent so much!

Having said that, Ben Gu Liang couldn't figure it out even if he thought about it:

Why is it so easy for others to sign a contract, why, what, why is it so easy to nirvana????

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When the initial draft of "Ink Blossoms on the Other Side" was more than 20,000 words, it received a system attention text message and a QY text message.

At that time, I was at work, my desk was very messy, and I was dealing with a bunch of documents, and while waiting for the computer to process it, I heard the tablet information in my backpack ringing, and I opened it to look at it carelessly, and it was instantly sculpted!

I can't describe, to be precise, what I felt at the moment when I saw the short stand, but I can be sure that at that moment, my soul was out of my body!

My soul is suspended in space, in a non-human space where you can howl and scream at will, there, perhaps, in some heavy metal region of the universe, (no one howls however you want, not even a living thing hangs you alive and dead.) ）

Or maybe it's the starry Milky Way, or maybe there is no name for the gods, only the galaxy that those "boring" scientists have specially marked in order to prevent their memory from declining, and that Yinhan's, and there is just one, the white dwarf interval that can kill all the neutron rays of carbs and hydrides, not afraid of you shouting, as long as you dare to open your mouth!

It can be said that I have entered the refining ground of the soul - the underworld hell, the dark and desolate space of the afterlife, the ghosts are haunting, and I can break off the bull's ears on the ghosts' heads at will, and blow the horn of assembly...

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And the reason why I fantasize about my soul's journey to so many unbelievable places is because, because, because, because, I want to shout loudly to the sky:

it! The starting point is the starting point!! Too! Too! Tynyima has an eye!! B******J I love you!!

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I'm sure that there are definitely not a few young writers like me who are shocked by the shortness of the stand and immediately soar, but no one dares to describe their idiotic state at that time in the most accurate words like me!

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The following days were spent in a half-dream: all kinds of fantasies of fame and fame, with the free mind swaying without shame, almost sure that their thousands of miles of horseshoes have grown wings, just waiting for BJ's QQ to add, immediately take off, and leave the footprints of their own salvation in the literary "desolate desert"!

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But, but, but, the yellow crane is gone, and the text message is gone!

No matter day or night, no matter when and where, who is doing something, no matter what is this urgent or slow, glamorous or sassy, and who is handsome or ugly. I will wake up suddenly, open the empty QQ space, and ask softly, just one sentence, one sentence:

B******J, did you forget me??? (Teary-eyed, teary-eyed)

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Of course, Ben Gu Liang is an extremely motivated "good young man", and the reason for such an embarrassing situation must be found out in his own body first.

As a result, the 90,000 manuscripts that have been written have been deleted frantically, leaving only more than 3,000 words, and the previous hundreds of thousands of manuscripts have also been discarded.

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The soul of my pen gathered again, and accompanied me all the way back to the 80,000 words after reincarnation!

Received a QY station again short!!

The state of mind at this time is like Chen Changsheng's feeling after breaking the mirror and disappearing:

After going through thousands of mountains and rivers, I finally survived!

There is no first ethereal ethereal, there is no boundless galloping fantasy, everything is actually dealt with in a specific range, I just want to purse my mouth, in my heart or to a few relatives who pay attention to their QY or not, sing:

"Fathers and fellows, fathers and fellows!"

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However....

Hey, who's that, who said "history repeats itself"? Get out of here, I promise I won't kill you!

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I'm a seedling amateur writer, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand: why is the QY station short?

For other QY people, it seems to be a promise that will not be casually replaced, a recognition of talent, a "starting point" for some people to concentrate on writing (I like the name), and a pass into the writing paradise where they can continue to absorb nutrients.

But for me, it's a kind of "soul-sucking crystal" that is intertwined with sweetness and bitterness!

Give me hope, but don't let me enter the space of hope, just run over from time to time, disturb my mind, and hook my heart!

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Can I refuse to stand short from now on?

Can I refuse to stand short from now on?

Can I refuse to stand short from now on?

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My other shore is now full of black flowers, standing solemnly, sticking to a necessary perseverance!

Its guardian has been reincarnated, and in the desolate space of loneliness and sorrow, in the hustle and bustle of the Three Realms, I am the only one by its side, how can I leave it behind and turn my head to find a place of relaxation?

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I'm definitely not so ruthless, and I certainly won't be as easy as chopsticks and children's shoes to throw down 260,000 words of hard work, although for him, there is nothing bad about it.

However, I can't do it, it will hurt my heart!

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I'm afraid it's too late, I just want to accompany you! I'm afraid it's too late, I just want to hold you! I'm afraid it's too late, I just want to be you!

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(PS: Write to the seedling writer in a depressed mood, myself!) ）